I love with my handsWhen my heart has nothing left to give.I reach out to those flailing on the edge of a distant darknessThat threatens to swallow them up.My scarred hands hold themAnd my calluses mold their memoriesInto hope and possibilities.

I love with my headWhen my hands have slipped away.I love thoughts and odd little quirks that bubble to the surface of the world.I love crafting words into their shapesAnd spilling thousands of ideas into the unprinted universeOnly to have them inked there forever.

I love with my spiritWhen my thoughts become muddled.My passion loves the world and tendrils of my dreams drift into depression.I love without question because everything deserves a chanceTo show its magic and beauty.

But you say I do not love you.I did love you once long ago.But you broke my heart into a thousand shimmering pieces with your harsh words.And now a new love is growing